Chapter 83 Doomsday (2)

At the same time, in the northern hemisphere, the interrogation room of a Tigershark-class destroyer above the 3789th Division Logistics Base.

The large incandescent lamps on the ceiling filled the room with brilliance. On the side of the cold metal table, a woman sat on a dark chair, and the dry tears on her cheeks washed away the appropriate makeup.

There was a man on the other side of the table, even if the opposite was a stunning beauty with pear blossoms and rain, there was no pity on his face, and he was still stern and dignified.

Catherine raised her head and secretly glanced at Alfred Leonard, who was directly opposite her, and the tension in her heart grew stronger. No trust, doubt, anger, sadness, joy, etc. could be seen on his face, as if it was a face that was flattened by an iron, with a cold and selfless look from beginning to end.

She swears, she said everything she said and shouldn't say. Including the fact that she was so frightened that she couldn't even hold a weapon, which was extremely humiliating compared to her status as a soldier.

"Lieutenant Catherine, think again, is there anything else to add? Why did everyone else die and you were the only one who survived?"

"I...I really don't know, when...at the time I...I fainted, so..." Catherine's voice became smaller and smaller, firstly because Alfred's cold eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable Zi Zai, and second, because this incident is too shameful, and completely betrayed the oath he made under the banner of the "Celtic" holy sword when he graduated.

"Do you mean that those people have found their conscience? Or are they convinced by your beauty and would rather let you live?" The sarcastic words that should have been accompanied by a sneer were spoken in Alfred's mouth, but it was for People have a very strange feeling, as if he is presenting an irrelevant report, however, when he hears the person's ears, it is particularly harsh, as if a sharp knife has pried open the ribs, with a very elegant but extremely cruel. Action, pierce the words "you are lying" with one knife and one knife.

"I..." Catherine opened her mouth, but couldn't think of how to argue.

Why? Why do those people let themselves go? Covet your own beauty? Body? But they didn't treat themselves like that. Conscience found? Then why did everyone else die? Susan, Ye Dan, and Airoli, all of them are also helpless women, why didn't any of them survive.

When she was at a loss for words, the door opened, and a panic-stricken herald broke in, walked over to Alfred and whispered in his ear.

"What?" After listening to the herald's statement, Alfred, who was known for his cold face and ruthlessness, couldn't help but burst out, his mouth twitched a few times, and there was an unbelievable light in his eyes: "Go, go to the ship. bridge."

"Then what will she do?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes slightly: "Find someone to escort her to the fleet headquarters. I always feel that even if those strange enemies are not her party, there is some connection between the two."

"Yes." The herald replied.

Alfred made this arrangement self-righteously, turned around and walked out the door. The messenger who was left behind like an enemy and Catherine, who had a sluggish expression, looked at each other.

"Am I... a party to those people?" Catherine felt that Alfred must be crazy. This idea is simply ridiculous. Is she a party to those enemies? Maria is above, this is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.

However, let her explain, but there is no way to argue. Colonel Edward anyway has surveillance data to testify that he has no intersection with those people. What about her, what is her testimony?

...

Alfred rushed to the bridge at the fastest speed,

As soon as the door opened, the flickering picture on the central screen was like a sledgehammer, smashing hard on his chest.

The rocks collapsed, the ground cracked, and abyss ran through the field of vision from north to south, as if there was a hell beast that had just woken up from its slumber.

The steel dome has been opened, and the ground troops are all in place. Tanks, armored vehicles, and various missile vehicles are aiming at the Epsilon ruins in the center of the pit.

The spy team has also been dispatched, just waiting to get close to the ruins, cooperate with artillery support, and launch a surprise attack on the enemy inside. As for the warships of the Tiger Shark Wing, they swept from the side. Once the enemy emerges, they will be greeted by the madness of endless artillery fire.

That group of people is already the turtle in the urn at the end of the road, and death will be their only end.

No army could survive the Empire's heavily armed space fleet. Those three people are just a bunch of clowns, they may be able to dance for a while, but they can't dance for a lifetime. Right now, they are about to face the final judgment.

Thunder Fleet-----Prince Walker Stewart's most reliant strength, the faithful guardian of the "Celtic" holy sword. Any enemy who stands in the way of the Empire's advance will be crushed and crushed by it.

Facing the behemoth that can dominate the space, the small bug force that dares to provoke the majesty of the empire is just a grasshopper in the autumn, and its life is not long.

This is the thought of all the soldiers of the 3789th Division. As for the Thunder Fleet, they didn't take that bug troop in their eyes at all. Under the big guns and guns, how big a wave can a mere 50-person troop make?

However, a scene that surprised everyone, it just happened, silently and without warning. Starting from the pothole where the Epsilon ruins are located, the stone slope that was smooth as a mirror collapsed with a bang.

Several spy teams that had already slid halfway couldn't avoid it, and they fell into the bottomless black abyss with sharp and piercing screams like meatballs rolled into a frying pan.

The soldiers on standby around the basin were at a loss, until the tremors came from under their feet, and they fell to the ground one by one, but they woke up like a dream. "Earthquake, earthquake!"

The fissures spread upward along the annular abyss around the ruins, and large pieces of rock, like the bean curd slag project under the hammer, tumbled down, rolling and falling all the way.

Accompanied by screams, the butt of a tank was raised high, like a black rhino that was stabbed in the buttocks and flew forward. It fell to the ground, rolled down like a hot wheel, and finally fell into the abyss and disappeared. trace.

This terrifying scene shocked all the vehicle drivers. Without the commander's command, they all backed up and backed up. However, the cracks that climbed up were faster, and they were intertwined, and the strong geological movement caused some ground plates to rise and some to sink, and as the cracks widened, one island after another was formed.

The isolated island in the ocean may represent safety, but at this moment, the isolated island of Nami Xing represents death.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those on the battleship, it is inappropriate to call it an island, because there are no waves here, no waves. However, the reality was like an aunt from the neighborhood committee holding slippers, slapped the soles of their gangsters in the face.

There are waves, waves are coming, but they are fiery red, smelling of saltpeter and sulphur, it is violent, ferocious, and wicked. Perhaps, from the air, it looks more like an elf, dancing a pleasing red skirt dance, throwing one vehicle after another with its plump and charming hip waves.

The cracks spread and the magma surged up. This scene was as if the gods had drawn a magic map representing death on the earth.

The communication channels have long been chaotic, and they are still struggling on the isolated island, crying for their father and mother. Those who fell into the lava screamed again and again. Those who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe did not have time to congratulate, because the cracks in the ground that devoured infinite life like the scythe of the death god were radiating into the distance at the speed of chasing the wind and the sun.

The sun of Serenity Star spreads out on the surface, as soft as ever, just like its name, quiet and peaceful.

It's just that the Nami star at this time is in sharp contrast, like a urchin who is throwing a tantrum in his mother's arms. And the price of its tantrums is the death of thousands.

A fountain seemed to have magma pouring up from the ground, directly engulfing a saber-toothed tiger anti-armor fighting vehicle.

Suddenly, a dazzling burst of light erupted, the flash of a missile-defensive fuel depot exploding. Hot lava poured out, flowing through the repair shop, through the barracks, and finally ignited the ammunition depot.

The series of explosions combined with the faster and faster rhythm of the earthquake, like purgatory descending on the world.

Alfred stared blankly at the scene outside the porthole. He couldn't help feeling cold in his hands and feet, and his whole body was shivering. This... how could this be? Why did it evolve into this situation? Why did Nami, who should have been dead, come to life again, and she lost such a temper like the ill-tempered dwarf in the fairy tale.